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1.09.2010

I am feeling really good lately. Its a nice change having all of the happy and uplifting thoughts flood my mind. They are all coming so quickly and in massive groups, its slightly overwhelming. But wonderful, so wonderful. So much is changing, my days, my thoughts, my reactions. I couldnt be happier about it all.

I am reading like crazy. I have piles of books, new and old, that I cant wait to dive into. And, I am actually enjoying working out. Crazy huh? Dance is great, and always so much fun! I took my very first spin class and, oh my god, it was intense. I literally thought I was going to die. But afterwards, I felt amazing. And Im doing stuff again, just getting out and doing stuff, just to do stuff.

I am learning Italian! AH! I am so excited I might just pee myself. I have always wanted to learn Italian, I mean I am Italian after all. But Ive always heard people tell me to take something more practical. So I did, I learned Spanish in high school, and dont get me wrong, I loved it. I would still like to continue to learn more. But Italian...its in me. It has always had this seductive quality about it, luring me in. I want to speak Italian, I need to speak Italian. I am going to speak Italian!

I am content. I like where I am at right now. Yes, I need to keep working hard on my goals and dreams, I know. I am no where near where I would like to be, but for now, right now, I feel content. I feel happy. I feel that I am doing good things for myself. And I dont think it gets any better than that.

I am working... so I probably shouldn't be reading, much less commenting on your blog.

I am... fucking freezing. It's around 62 degrees in my basement office on a day that will not get about freezing outside, and I have a space-heater that is drying out my eyes and lips and nether-regions, but isn't warming up my fingers. I wish I had a pair of those fingerless, Bob Cratchitt-ass gloves so I could type, and be warm.

I am hungry... where the hell is my leftover lasagna?

I am self-absorbed... that is why I am telling you that I am a bunch of things you probably don't give a shit about.

I am glad... you're learning Italian. If you're Italian, you probably should be learning it. I'm Israeli, and all I know how to say in Hebrew is "hello", "goodbye", "peace" (all the same word) and "shut the fuck up, you goddamn bitch" which I really can't say to anybody who goes, "Oh! Do you speak Hebrew?"

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“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty